Thursday, September 17, 2009
The Buffoonery
"SQUAD."
'Twas not a terse combat.
Dispelling the rush of effervescence,
The crew dissipates into battle.
"MISSILE."
"STATIONARY TANK."
Despondence flourished.
(A portent of evil, indeed.)
Groping to find final position,
The crew was placated by his troop.
"ONE O'CLOCK."
"Identified."
He sets the ballistic warhead,
Towards the lurid malignants.
"BACKBLAST AREA CLEAR."
"FIRE!"
"On the way."
He jostled the ammunition,
With his dexterous insatiable hands.
The poignant stood back, watching intrepidly
-an illusory dance of the cadavers.
"CEASE TRACKING, OUT OF ACTION."